Home: The Jhaveri home reflects their wealth. Mr. Jhaveri, as a private contractor, built and designed the home himself. He didn't hold out on living space, with six bedrooms, eight bathrooms, two living rooms, a kitchen, a dining room, and even a room solely used for hanging pictures that Ruchi takes (she loves photography). The downstairs entrance reveals the grand foyer. To the left are four bedrooms placed in quadrants, to the right is the kitchen, a living room, and the Dining room. Past the stairs lead to an inground pool and huge lawn, which is littered with golf balls Mr. Jhaveri drives in his free time. Upstairs are the last two bedrooms, the left being Ruchi's and the right being Divya's. Each bedroom has a joining bathroom, with the two extra bathrooms being located behind the kitchen and upstairs living room. From the top balcony a panoramic view of Divya's neighborhood, which contains homes as nice, but not just alike, Divya's own "humble abode".Family: Divya lives with her father and friend Ruchi. Ruchi’s parents died in a car accident four years ago and she has been living with Divya since she doesn’t have any other family. Divya’s father is a fairly stern and a firm believer in Hinduism. (Mostly Advaita Vedanta beliefs)

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Appearance: It seems Divya was born not to be noticed. She is below average height, something she resents. She stands at around 160 centimeters, or 5’1”. She is average weight, maybe a little on the heavier side (58 kg), and her participation in kalaripayat gives her some muscle tone but nothing to brag about. Like everyone in her family, she has jet black hair that’s a little thick and pin straight. It reaches down about halfway down her back, and is kept neatly groomed. Her dark skin is perfectly toned to not be noticed on the streets of Delhi, and her dark brown eyes bring nothing to give a second look. She is very beautiful, but most people wouldn’t notice if they were just passing by her. Sometimes the fact that she is often overlooked or ignored aggravates Divya, but in most situations she welcomes the fact that she can get around without being bothered.

As for clothing, she wears the typical American teenager style. Nothing too fancy, but a blend of fashion and comfort. I won't go into much detail, the picture has a great example of her clothing choices. (I will say this: she is a fan of the color purple)

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Good Personality Traits:

Resourceful.

Divya can make good use of her surroundings, as well as come up with plans or courses of action on the go. She is likewise quite adept at getting out of any sticky situation.

Adamant.

This can be a good or bad trait, but in most cases it proves to be to Divya’s advantage. Not one to change her mind because of anything someone else says, she is always true to herself, sticking firmly to her beliefs.

Kind/Respectful.

When it comes down to it, Divya really cares for her friends and family, and even strangers. Having been raised in a Hindu household, she tries to hold judgment for others and is an avid supporter of self-freedom. While she wouldn’t let anyone else’s opinions sway her own, she holds respect even for beliefs that greatly vary from her own; she expects the same will be done for hers.

Bad Personality Traits:

Hot-Headed.

Divya’s emotions can easily cloud her judgment if she isn’t careful. Sometimes her passion for things sways her a little. Alternatively, she has trouble letting things go when something doesn’t go her way/the way things were planned. It isn’t uncommon for her to storm off in order to refrain from using extensive profanity.

OCD.

Divya needs things to be organized, planned, and carved in stone to function. Something as minor as going to the mall at six instead of seven will set her off balance, and often make her aggravated. She always has an internal clock going (no, it doesn’t tell exact time. But she can estimate how long something has taken/is taking) and if it bodes tardiness for what is to come next, she’ll become distracted and rushed.

Hobbies:

Kalaripayat

The traditional Indian martial arts focusing on a variety or hand weapons, as well as hand to hand combat. Divya is only familiar with the basics of hand to hand, as she had only started a few years ago. She also practices using the weapons (or at least unsharpened practice versions of them), but she prefers to do things hand to hand.

Languages

It has always been Divya’s dream to be an all-purpose translator. She loves languages, and strives to learn as many as possible in her life. She knows Hindi, Arabic, English, French, Gestuno, and a little bit of Bengali. She learns most of these in school (or just growing up, really), but Gestuno was learned in a community center and Bengali is being taught to her by her friend Ruchi.

Cello.

Divya loves to play the Cello. She has been in the school orchestra for almost ten years, and has improved greatly in her playing ability. While she loves to play cello, she gets nervous when playing for other people. Especially when she is on her own (like a solo).

MISC.

First Post:
The mall on Chandni Street was packed as usual, girls just getting out of the big private schools were pouring into the food court, pulling reluctant boyfriends and younger siblings with them in a surge of both Indians and foreigners. Ruchi was too bust looking at her cell phone to notice any of the girls trying to wave at her, and Divya’s attention was being spent staring at her salad. She picked at it a bit with her fork while her father mowed down a few cartons of lo mein noodles from the new Chinese joint. Finally pushing her food aside, Divya waved her hands in front of Ruchi’s face to get her attention. Startled by her friend and de facto sister’s sudden motion, Rushi looked up with a wild expression on her face.

“What?” She snapped, perhaps a little too harshly. Divya brushed of the remark as a reflex instead of a sign of aggression.

“Do you want to go to the movie theater?” asked Divya. As she did so her father paused with noodles hanging out of his mouth, and then continued eating. Ruchi seemed to ponder the question for a few moments, tapping her chin in a thoughtful manner. “Sure,” she finally said, “What movie?”

“The Great Gatsby. I heard it was good.”

“Really? I heard it sucks.” Divya frowned at the remark, but was glad that Ruchi was going to see it with her. Divya’s father took the momentary silence to speak up.

“Is that Iron movie still out?” he inquired. He was all about the superheroes, but he could never remember their names. Ruchi looked at her phone again, this time on the theater’s website.

“Yes. And it plays ten minutes after The Great Gatsby starts.” She turned her phone around, showing the screen to Mr. Jhaveri. He squinted his eyes, but without his glasses he wouldn’t see much. He pretended like he did though, and said, “Okay,” before continuing to eat his food. Divya was pleased with this interaction, and offered to take everyone’s trash. After Mr. Jhaveri finished eating, they walked upstairs to the second floor, which was used as the mall’s own theater.

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After the movie, Ruchi and Divya giggled about the funny faces McGuire made throughout the film as they walked home. Nearing their home, a beautiful two story house on West Patel Nagar, Mr. Jhaveri commanded Divya to get the mail. Ruchi raced Divya to the mailbox. When they arrived there Divya was out of breath and defeated, unable to keep up with her speedy crony. Inside the mailbox was an assortment of boring envelopes, but something dropped out of the stack as she tried to organize the jumbled mess or paper. A white box, with a peculiar green logo lay face up on Divya’s driveway. Panting, she picked it up and inspected it. The logo was the only thing to be found, save for a mailing address. The logo was lime-ish green-ish, and looked like little blocks resembling a house. Divya handed the rest of the mail to Ruchi, while she opened the box. Inside was a CD, a booklet, and a few green card things. The booklet started to come loose, so Divya secured it back into its little plastic holding flap thing and closed the case.

“What’s that?” asked Ruchi. Divya shook her head and said, “I don’t know. Some sort of computer game I think.” Divya wasn’t a big gamer, but Ruchi was. Her friend’s head perked up.

“Oh? We should play it. What is it?” Divya had no answer. “I don’t know. Does this thing look familiar to you?” She showed the green logo to Ruchi, who shook her head. “Must be a new thing,” she said. Divya shrugged and the two went back to their house.

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Ruchi and Divya climbed up the stairs to Ruchi’s room. With the game in hand, Ruchi energetically jumped onto her bed and booted up her nearby laptop. A little less enthusiastically, Divya sat down on the bed and watched Ruchi put the disc in the laptop. She paused before she closed the cd drive. Turning to Divya, she said, “Hey, why don’t you do this game? Everytime we play a game you just watch me do it. I want you to try one.” She slid the laptop to Divya, who rolled her eyes.

“Whatever. I’m just going to lose in three seconds,” she muttered. She started to install the game, not knowing what fate it would bring to her household, or even the entire world.